The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1887-03-05
" QUEEN" ANTOINETTE.
Why She Was Not Buried in the
Far West.
TOUGH CASE, CAL. Sept. II.


DEAR NORA--Your letter has reached
me at last, which through mere care
lessness passed and repassed this new
home I've found in the West. So you
seem astOnished that ] should still find
my wild dream" so much to my fancy
when once | have had full experiences
of the good and the badP Well, Nora,
I'll tell you.how twas that l came to
shun the worlds homage and bury my
name forever from sight.
After Charlie came home from his
hard life of study in Naples and Rome,
it seemed to me somehow that there
was Il change in his manner toward me
perhaps it was strange that l noticed
at all his Indifferent way; but lovers
engaged--are quite apt to display more
pointed attention than he cared to show
(and we 'Cere engaged then, dear Nora,
you know, and were to have married
that winter). His eyes would rove
from my features, and searching the
skies would seek out star looking
most like the one he was wont to gaze
on when his studies were done-away
off in Italy! Then he would sigh as he
spoke of the azure that vaulted the sky,
and the long, perfect days compared to
which ours are grizzled and gray and
gloomy. The hours dragged duly
when he was beside mech, me! The
signs that l noticed were signs one
could see without the fond eyes of a
lover!
One day he came in as usual-simply
TO pay his respects and to ask after me.
! came down dressed in that stylish
sroS grain morning gown (you remem-
Der l loaned you the pattern, my
childD. He looked at me earnestly,
fondly, then smiled, and laying his
hand kindly on my blonde head-'Lit-
tie TOinette," he softly and tenderly
said, II came, dear, to ask strange
question to-day and to tell you It's bet
ter that 60 away-back to Rome and
to Naples. And, furthermore, dear
"Stop, Charliem l cried, "not one
word win hear more than those you
have uttered! If you care to go, nc
nero word of mine-no yes or ne
mo will affect your plans in the
least-so, good-dayr And full O.
the bitterest anger away from hi
presence | marched in my stateles
tread and threw myself down on my
little white bed to sob out my grief
oh, the week that | passed! AnC
then how the terrible news came a
last that Charley had really sailed of
to Rome, and my aunt said: 9TH,
goodness knows 1CheR he'll com,
home" and "Such people neUcr know
when they're well off ~ But was to,
heaIt-sick and sorry to scoff at the onl,
kinswoman have upon earth-for 70,
know that my dear mother died at m,
birth, and papa soon after-but jus
moped about until the cold weathe
had worn itself out, and spring cam
once more.
Then one day / CHANGED to read in
newspaper, through which l glance
Ito take my thoughts off from myself,
now out West Il settlement was the
greatly distressed at want of a teache
for their little ones-the miners them
selves, and their daughters and sons
/ pounced on the paragraph, took it t
amt,,who said in her own dry, tiers
wayI0 t "You shan't think of it, ever
WkR!uyou, you young child, so QUIT
Gountry SO savage and wild-wher
bears and papooses and Indians row
by thousands through every dark sugal
o. tree grove! What, you, Antio'
with your pale angel-face--a ri
essat that-teach a rough-lh INC
for hmanity's sake?' and her Sevrt
cup trembled violently. OF course 81
gave up-in due time-and, in the so
April weather, my aunt and l cam
away out West together-and we'y
been here five months.
| wish YOU could see our little 10
cabin beneath a pine tree, which IL
miners have fashioned as well as the
could and walled it and trimmed
Sitb every known wood the forests